Page 40 of April’s Fool

April nestles against me, her head on my chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns across my skin. I can feel her heart still racing against my side.

“Did I do okay?” she asks, her voice small and uncertain.

I tip her chin up so she’s looking at me. “Baby, you did more than okay. That was fucking incredible.”

A smile spreads across her face, lighting her eyes. “Really?”

“Really,” I confirm, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “No one’s ever made me blow the way you did. Usually I’d get frustrated and want to finish, so I’d end up . . .” She doesn’t need to hear this shit.

She giggles, the sound tightening my chest. “Well, I guess that’s one thing I’m good at.”

“You’re good at a lot of things,” I tell her, running my hand down her back. “Especially at making me feel things I haven’t felt in a long time.”

“Yeah?” Her eyelashes drift lower, and I can see she’s getting tired.

“Yeah, sweets. No one makes me feel the way you do, and they never will.”

“Good, because I feel the same way about you.”

It’s not words of love, but I don’t believe in saying those words. Not after the way Stacy fucked me over. You can say ‘I love you’ as much as you want, but it doesn’t always make it true. Actions speak louder than words any day.

“Get some rest, baby. We’ll go for round two when you wake up.”

“Okay,” she whispers, nuzzling into me, eyes drifting shut.

I pull the covers over us and hold her to me, content in the moment. Closing my eyes, I drift off not long after her. When I wake, it’s to April stroking my cock and taking me in her mouth once again. Only I don’t let her finish me off. I want her pussy, and that’s what I take.

Chapter 20

APRIL

“He told you what again?” I demand, glaring at Torpedo, the prospect assigned to follow me around at school while Fool isn’t with me.

“That you’re not to be out of my sight,” he repeats, crossing his arms and looking massively scary as he does so.

“You don’t have to come to every one of my classes with me,” I mutter, letting my annoyance show. “You definitely don’t have to come inside.”

“I’m just doing what I was told, April. Not just by Fool, but by my Prez as well,” he grunts, walking next to me as we leave the coffee shop.

Fool left this morning to head to the clubhouse, only after Torpedo got there. He texted me when he got there, telling me to listen to Torpedo. My response to him was an eye-roll emoji. All I’m doing is going to class. It’s not that big of a deal. I don’t need a babysitter sitting next to me while I’m in class.

So now, Torpedo and I are walking onto campus from the coffee shop because, of course, I needed the extra caffeine if I’m going to get through all of this with him in tow. Granted, I get coffee several times throughout the day.

Neither of us speaks. I’m fuming, and he’s probably wishing he were anywhere else as we head into the first building. With only a few weeks left until graduation, I have finals in a week. The last week of school is mostly about turning in late assignments or retaking exams if needed. It’s also dorm-clear-out week, and I’ll be busy packing up the apartment.

The same apartment I left Kayla in when I headed to class a little while ago. Fool and I hung out with her last night after spending the day at his house, in each other’s arms. It’d been total heaven. Even just the two of us spending time with Kayla had been great. Though we kept it quiet, he’d shown me a whole new set of positions in my bed, something he said he wanted to try since our first kiss.

Torpedo follows me into my class and takes a seat right beside me.

“Hope you know you’re about to be bored out of your mind,” I warn him. This is one of my least favorite classes. The professor, as nice as she is, is completely boring in the way she speaks. There’s no enthusiasm in her voice at all. It’s completely monotone and bland.

“It’ll be all right,” he grunts, settling in.

I pull my notebook and recorder out of my bag in preparation for class to begin. As I settle in, I notice Samuel and two others enter. I try not to stiffen when they sit directly behind me, but I fail, given the way Torpedo twists and sneers at them.

“Don’t,” I tell him, giving him a slight shake of my head.

“Good morning,” Professor McDonald greets as she enters the room from her attached office, coffee in hand. “I hope you all had a good weekend.” Her monotone voice fills the air as she scans the room, her eyes locking onto ours for a moment before her lips quirk upward. “And it seems we have a visitor today. Ryker,” she calls in greeting, her monotone shifting completely.